Memories of Shadow Chapter 1, a star wars fanfic

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This chapter has been edited from the original.

The exile hadn't been able to sleep after awakening from her vision. If anybody else had seen it, she was sure that nobody would have blamed her. There were far too many questions running through her mind to allow her to even begin to think of sleeping again. The most prevalent questions were about the strange and out of phase tattoo that was now permanently imprinted on her arm. Revan had said to trust it, but how was she supposed to do that when she didn't even know what it was? She couldn't even see it very well for some reason. That wasn't something she could trust easily.

Then there was what Revan had called her. She had said talked about her being the champion of the shadows and the chosen of the night. What had she meant by that? She had defeated Shade twice now, although Shade had given up rather easily during their latest fight. The exile refused to believe that Revan's word had meant she was doomed to fall to the dark. She absolutely refused to believe that. She would not disrespect his memory like that. Not so soon after his death.

Of course, there was also Revan's last instructions. She had told her to journey to the heart of the unknown and trust in others. That she could make a little bit more sense of. The unknown she referred to was most likely the Unknown Regions, and if Kreia had been correct in her predictions, Revan was still there. The trusting in others led to a little bit more confusion however. Kreia had said Revan had gone by herself and so had Admiral Onasi. Revan had made it sound like that was a bad idea though. Out of Revan and Kreia, the exile personally trusted Revan more…

Shaking her head, the exile slipped out of her bed. Her feet touched the cold floor and shivered at the contact, but forced herself to stand up anyway. She slowly ran a hand through her long, straight white hair and looked around the room. With a sigh she walked over to the footlocker she kept stored under her bed and bent down. Cold metal rolled across her chest and she looked down, staring at the necklace. It glinted in the faint darkness of the room and she smiled softly. At least she knew she had something to make sure she never forgot the days when their love had been good.

The exile forced the thought out of her head and dug through her footlocker until she found what she was looking for. She pulled on her armor from the Mandalorian Wars, feeling the chill of the cold air tickle her skin where the leather didn't cover her. Ignoring the feeling, she attached her utility belt around her waist. She looked up and used the Force to pull her lightsabers off of the stand beside her bed and into her hands. She let them fall to their usual position, although most Jedi would think she had placed them backwards. That wasn't the case though since she held them in a reverse grip.

Leaving her hair down for once, the exile left her room and ghosted out into the cool ship. Everybody on the ship was probably asleep and resting after what had just happened on Malachor. The exile herself was still exhausted after her mental and physically battle with Kreia, but there was no way she was going to sleep and she knew it. Her body was still bruised and battered, but there was no way to help that right now. What she really needed was a good kolto bath, but she doubted that was going to happen anytime soon. She had work that had to be accomplished and people that were depending on her to lead them.

With determination that she didn't quite feel in her eyes, the exile set off towards the cockpit. She needed to find out what the crew of the Ebon Hawk's next move was going to be. The crew was fairly beat up and the ship needed more repairs than they had had time to make on Malachor, but the exile really didn't want to go anywhere mainstream. She needed time to think and center herself. The only place she could seriously see that happening was Dantooine, but with what had happened there recently…

Then again, she could give the masters a proper funeral and give them the respect they deserved if she went back.

Her mind now made up, she opened the door to the cockpit and stopped dead. Atton was already in there, up and about and sitting at the pilot's chair. He spun around in his seat and she noticed with some pride that his hand went instantly to his lightsaber instead of his blaster. Maybe he was finally starting to accept that fact that he was a Jedi now and that wasn't going to change.

"Oh. Ty. I figured you would still be asleep after everything that happened," Atton stated, tilting his head at her. The exile shrugged and walked forward, gratefully collapsing in the co-pilot's chair. She wasn't going to tell him what happened down there or in her dream or why she was up. He didn't need to know no matter how much he wanted to be involved in her personal life.

"Couldn't sleep. Did you set a course for anywhere in particular?" Tyla questioned, looking over at him. There were dark circles under his eyes and his eyes seemed more bloodshot than normal. His hair was more messy than usual and overall, he looked extremely tired. Had he slept at all since they had left Malachor?

"Nope. I was waiting on getting a location from you. I'm sure you have a plan or something. You always do," He explained and Tyla had to stifle a snort. Always had a plan? Yeah right. She made up everything she did on the fly. The best laid plans never survive first contact, so she never tried to make plans. She just improvised whenever the situation called for it.

"Set a course for Dantooine. I've got some unfinished business I need to take care of there," Tyla sighed, unable to stop the sound from escaping her. She wasn't looking forward to going back to that place for a lot of reasons, but she knew she had to. She really didn't have a choice in the matter. She never did.

"Dantooine? I thought you would want to avoid that place," Atton questioned as he looked at her in surprise. He knew her too well. She did want to avoid it, but she couldn't. She had to face her past and come to terms with what had happened there even though she really didn't want to.

"I do, but that's not an option. Go to Dantooine," Tyla ordered, standing up stiffly. Atton opened his mouth to say something, but obviously thought better of the action and instead turned back to his console. Tyla walked out of the room, only stopping once she was past the door. She looked back at the dark haired man and shook her head softly. She did care about Atton, but not in the way he wanted her to. He was her friend and she knew that he was concerned about her, but she didn't feel like she could share her problems with him. She had only ever felt like she could with three people, and they weren't exactly easy to reach. Two were missing and one was dead.

Tyla turned from the cockpit and traveled down the halls, scratching her forearm where the tattoo was absently. She was glad her armor came with gloves to cover up the mark. She didn't want to have to answer any questions about that thing right now. Turning her attention back to the moment at hand, she easily navigated the Hawk's halls. She only stopped once she was at the door that led into the medbay. Closing her eyes, the exile breathed deeply and stretched out with her senses. Bao-Dur was still alive, that much she could sense, but he was weak. He had suffered an unknown injury on Malachor and had almost died. Tyla was just glad Mical had been there to help save him. She was sure that Bao-Dur would have died had he not been there.

A shudder ran through Tyla as she thought of any of her companions dying. She cared about all of them, even the homicidal HK-47. Now that GOTO was off of her ship, she didn't feel as paranoid all the time. She had never liked that little droid. More importantly, she was worried about Mira. She had once worked with the bounty hunter when she had been in exile and she was sure that the huntress was having a hard time dealing with Bao-Dur's current condition since their new relationship had begun.

Steeling herself, Tyla opened the door to the medbay and looked over the Zabrak. His breathing was steady, although very quiet. Burns marred his chest and side and Tyla winced at the intensity of them. He was going to be forever scarred because of them. One of the horns on his head had broken off and she was sure it was causing him great pain. Overall, he looked pretty bad.

Tyla stepped into the room and shut the door behind, sitting in the small chair that Mical had dragged in there for when he was overlooking patients overnight. She gently placed her hands on Bao-Dur's exposed chest and focused, sending as much healing energy through him as she possibly could. Mical often said that Force healing could not solve everything and that sometimes the body needed to recover naturally, but Tyla didn't think that was true all the time. Sometimes the Force really was needed, and she had a sneaking feeling that right now was one of those times.

She sat there for what could have been hours, focusing on nothing but the Zabrak. When finally she had exhausted her last reserve of energy, she collapsed against the chair to look her friend over once more. He looked much better than he had before, that much was for sure. The burns on his side and face had receded and only the most extreme ones had stayed. Even they had been reduced in severity though. His breathing had evened out and become stronger, giving the exile hope that he would recover faster and easier.

Figuring that her job was done, Tyla stood up and brushed herself off. Now that she had completely worn herself out, maybe she could finally sleep. She never got the chance to take a single step though. An indescribable pain filled her head and she collapsed to the ground, barely managing to land on all fours. The pressure grew heavier and more intense, almost causing her to scream in pain. This pain put what Revan had done to her arm to shame. Just as she was sure she was going to die, an invisible force threw her head back and blackness clawed at her vision. She couldn't fight it off and her sight grew dark only to be replaced by flashing images.

"Ty! Hurry up! A ship just landed!" A voice shouted out. A small girl ran through a house, her dark black hair thrown back with the speed of her run. Her dark blue eyes were bright with excitement and her fair skin already had scars on it. She wore simple clothes that consisted merely of a shirt, pants, and shoes. She was probably about six years old at most. She skid to a stop in front of another girl who turned around gracefully.

This girl was about four and her features were already developing nicely. She had high cheekbones and a cute face with beautiful pale blue eyes. Her skin was as white as snow and so was her hair. She wore clothes similar to the other girl's, although they did vary slightly. She smiled at the dark haired girl, her excitement lighting up her features.

"Really? Rev, you have to tell me what you know about it!" She demanded, excitement making her voice louder than normal. Revan sighed and rolled her eyes, grabbing the pale skinned girl's hand.

"Just come with me to the ship Ty! Then we can both find out in person! Please, little sister?" Revan begged. Tyla looked indecisive for a moment, but then grinned excitedly. It was obvious that not many people ever visited them and that this was an exciting moment for the two sisters.

"Alright. Let's try to get back before dad finds out though, okay?" Tyla asked and Revan rolled her eyes again.

"Don't be so concerned. Let's just go!" Revan declared, dragging Tyla out of the house and across golden fields. The easily distracted four year old looked around her home planet, smiling happily. Deralia was a beautiful planet; that much was easy to say. It was a calm and nice place to live and Tyla had lived there as long as she could remember. She had never left it, although sometimes she got brief flashes of a desert and dark feelings. Shaking away the feeling, she followed Revan a good distance before they finally stopped. Sure enough, there was a small ship with two people in front of it.

One of the men was older, his hair already graying. He wore the easily recognizable robes of a Jedi master and Tyla's excitement grew. Had Jedi actually landed on their out of the way planet? The figure beside him was much younger although almost as tall. Tyla could only assume he was around he was around 11 to 13 years old. His hair was dark blonde and short, although he did have a long braid that fell to his shoulder. He wore simpler robes than the man beside him, although the robes did make it easier for the young girl to see the two metal cylinders at his side. Lightsabers! They really were Jedi!

The two men were arguing lowly and Tyla glanced at Revan, wondering if they should stay back and wait until the men had taken notice of them. However, Revan was already walking up to the two men, as brave and fearless as she had always had been. Tyla scrambled to catch up with her and barely heard part of the argument the two men were having.

"Master, I'm telling you, we need to be here," The younger one growled, his voice already strong and smooth. The older man glared at him and poked him in the chest.

"Don't backtalk me Kavar Desaneh. I did not tell you to land the ship here!" The older man hissed and the younger man, Kavar she assumed, narrowed his eyes at him.

"I am not back-talking you! You always tell me to listen to my instincts and follow my Force intuition. That's what I'm doing. I'm telling you that there is something majorly important down here. Can't you feel it?" Kavar questioned, motioning around him. As he did so, he caught sight of the two young girls approaching him. He ignored his master's response and turned to look at the both of them.

"Hi!" Revan piped up, a smile on her face. Tyla looked up at him, a curious look on her face as she tried to figure out more about him. He smiled at both of them warmly and got down on one knee so he was closer to their level and the two didn't have to look up so much to see him.

"Hello there you two. What are you doing out here by yourselves?" Kavar questioned, looking at them. Tyla tried not to blush at the question, not wanting to have to explain that they had left without their father knowing where they were. She was fairly sure that two Jedi wouldn't approve of that, especially the older one. He didn't look or sound very nice.

"Oh, we just saw you land and thought we would investigate. Who are you?" Revan questioned, easily thinking of a way to cover up what they had done. Of course Revan would do that. She had always been a fast thinker and capable of adapting to almost any situation.

"I'm Padawan Kavar Desaneh, and this is my master, Vrook Lamar. What are your names?" He questioned after introducing himself and the other master. Vrook looked unhappy about the entire situation and did nothing but stare menacingly at the two young girls. Tyla glared right back at him, refusing to be cowed by some mean old man that didn't approve of their planet.

"I'm Revan Moore, and this is my little sister, Tyla Moore."

The vision slowly faded from the exile's vision, leaving her sight black. She numbly felt someone shaking her but she ignored the feeling, trying to make sense of what had just happened and what she had just seen. She didn't remember any of that ever happening, and she sure as hell didn't remember living on a planet named Deralia with Revan when she was so young. And what was this about her being Revan's little sister?

"Ty, please wake up!" Mica's voice begged. The desperate tone of his voice made the exile groan in frustration. She was going to have to move to calm down her crew. Her sight slowly started to return to her, although it was exceptionally blurry. Despite that, she could see Atton and Mical and Mira's concerned features over her. Making a low sound in the back of her throat, Tyla batted them away, sitting up on her own.

"Ty, are you okay? I came in here to check on Bao with Mical and we saw you passed out on the floor," Mira explained. Tyla shook her head and sighed once more before lifting her head to meet Mira's confused gaze.

"I honestly have no clue."

Anything familiar belongs to LucasArts/Bioware/Obsidian. Tyla Moore/Rhai'liah belongs to Shadows of the Storm. Kavar's last name belongs to Shadows of the Storm and Aurali Adrics.